Yesterday I up and went to Chimayo and Truchasmet an Uruguayan in Chimayo with ahoney voiceall rasp and roughmusic a love songgone to seed fromfeeling too much andliving too hard andpainting all the sameIn Truchas, a Basco raised in Cubawith red ringed eyesknew me for an Indian right awayAny Veda he couldlay his hands on, he said,he had read.Within minutes these menand I knew each otherfor wandererswithin seconds we knewthe journey ends here.- See more at: http://newmexicomercury.com/blog/comments/weekly_poem_going_gone#sthash.fGBzX72e.dpuf